Back to my roots (or kind of), in Alsace, I went with a good friend of mine to visit a common friend from primary school. Same age, same school, but different.
Our friend got married about six years ago. Like her sisters, she got married to her cousin (i.e. the son of the sister of her mother). Her brothers in law are her cousins, the brothers of her husband. They live above each other in the same building. Same flat ground-plan. Occasional genetic disorders due to inter-cousin weddings.
No job, no internet, no independence, no love, no friends, no communication. No children, and that’s not OK. But she doesn’t want any, and, according to her, that’s the best contraceptive barrier.
For a muslim, it is a once-in-a-lifetime obligation to do the pilgrimage to Mecca. And this is what her mother did. And she brought her a couple of holy dried camel tongues. Apparently it helps against fertility problems. Cheers to traditions!